So much better than Dr. Phil

We had a weird Sunday. We were supposed to go get a Christmas tree, but it was raining so we put it off. Then Angus remembered he had a design and tech project and tried to call the boy whose house the table was being built at and couldn't get hold of him and there was a big freak-out over whether the project was being done without him and he was upset and we were upset and it was a whole big thing. Then we heard from the boy's Mom (who's my friend) and she said they thought Angus was busy with baseball on the week-end so two of the group were building the table and Angus and the fourth person were going to write up the project so it was all fine. Which was good, but obviously there was a lack of organization and clear communication that needed to be rectified, and there were leftover unsettled feelings.

We were coming off a month of Matt traveling a lot and Angus playing a crazy amount of sports and my fun-with-drugs experience. So at five o'clock I called an emergency family movie night with popcorn and ice cream for supper. We watched The Avengers. My lame-o kids demanded apples and carrots on the side. There was laughing and cringing and startling and hulk-smashing.

My son is growing up and out and away from us. That's okay. Generally he's pretty responsible and self-sufficient and doesn't need to be micro-managed. But sometimes we need to pull him back into our sphere for a while. Sometimes that's hard. But sometimes it's not.

I'm telling you - there's almost nothing Joss Whedon doesn't make better.